"contimplation" poems
I like to watch the smoke curl.
Pour.
Escape.
Tumble.
Out of your perfect mouth.
I like to hear the tempo.
Pound.
Vibrate.
Ignite.
Lose eachother in this perfect beat.
I like the way coldsheets feel on bare bodies.
Smooth.
Innocent.
Perfection.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
Making hard choices every day.
I can't sleep, while the world suffers.
Look in my eyes and share my pain.
Lending money I can never pay back.
Equality, is our dream.
Not ever being good enough for them.
Not having children, is our responsibility.
Isolation, desperation, contimplation.
Always hungry for a bigger challenge.
Lonely networking eager faces.
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC